On this, my last post before Valentine’s Day, I wrote you a poem…
I know it’s a little hard to read, especially that last line, so here it is all typed out…
If I loved you, I would tell you this.
I am an emotional creature,
running with scissors
cocktail hour under the tree of forgetfulness.
the history of love,
varieties of disturbance,
the feast of love,
a map of the world,
a good hard look,
the chronology of water,
a whack on the side of the head.
no one belongs here more than you.